With threats, unspoken,
Of violence and malice
Nothing holds my trust:
Even the most innocent thing
Liable to be twisted out of context
Made to fit the demented script
That runs constantly in the space between
My mind and my will;
Supplanting, by insistence, my very sanity.
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